Growing up, I didn’t think I had an ‘ugly’ phase. I was raised in a house that was accepting of whatever I wanted to be. One day I wanted to wear mascara and dresses and the next I was tearing my jeans from climbing trees with my guy friends.
Beauty. What the hell is that? Don’t mind my language, but I’m trying to be as honest and transparent as I can be. “What the hell is beauty?” is how I really feel.
I don’t really think a lot about my beauty. I used to think that I was really ugly in middle school because of my glasses, braces, and frizzy hair. Once the braces came off, the glasses were replaced with contacts, and the curly hair was tamed, I felt beautiful. I also realized that it shouldn’t […]